Thirty-eight years ago I rezzed into this strange realm we called reality. Such a funny number. But not so scary, particularly since over the past few weeks I’ve celebrated the birthdays of a 79-year old and a 93-year old lindy hopper. Both of whom still can kick my butt on the dance floor.
It’s been a wonderful ride so far. I’ve made some great traveling companions along the way and been to some marvelous places, both real and not so real. I feel very fortunate to be living the life I’m in.
Right now I’m eating clementines, my favorite fruit, looking forward to whatever the Next Thing is.